The Walking Dead: I'm the Original Spider-man! A Zombie?
Chapter 89: What Are You Looking At, Your Mother?
Ling Feng watched the Ex-husband monster rushing up the stairs from below.
He did not retreat into the door.
He stood casually on the edge of the steps like this, until the Ex-husband's blood-stained face rushed right in front of him, opening its big mouth to bite at his calf.
Ling Feng raised his right leg, and from top to bottom, stomped viciously down onto that face.
Bang!
An extremely muffled bursting sound echoed through the passage. The immense power poured down without reservation. The Ex-husband's head burst apart directly like a fully ripened watermelon.
This violent kinetic energy even carried the headless corpse flying backwards, bowling over several monsters closely following behind like a bowling ball. The entire stairwell instantly became a rolling mess.
Ling Feng pulled back his foot, turned around, and stepped into the iron door.
With a backhand, he completely closed the heavy metal security door and pulled down the three solid locking bolts on the inside.
The security center was dead silent. There was only the sound of the air conditioner running and everyone's heavy breathing.
The police sat limply in the corner, drenched all over, unable to even hold the gun steady. That couple hugged each other and shivered. The short-haired girl quietly found a corner to squat down.
Choi Hyun-seok settled his sister in a safe corner, then immediately walked to the console, his hands typing rapidly on the keyboard.
"All monitors are online." Choi Hyun-seok pointed at the monitoring monitors occupying an entire wall in front of him, a hint of relief in his tone.
Dozens of screens on the wall lit up simultaneously.
The tragic state of each floor of the building was clear at a glance.
The office area, underground parking lot, corridors, and even the rooftop.
Everywhere were torn-apart corpses and aimlessly wandering mutants.
The entire building had completely degenerated into a living hell.
Ling Feng stepped forward, pulled open a swivel chair and sat down, his gaze sweeping quickly across those images.
Finding someone.
At the console of the underground security center, dozens of square monitoring screens simultaneously glowed with a faint blue cold light.
In the air, there was only the faint whistling sound coming from the central air conditioning vents.
Choi Hyun-seok's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up the monitoring footage of each floor of the building one by one.
The scene presented on the screen was extremely tragic.
In the underground parking lot, a dozen cars collided in a chain reaction, doors wide open, dragging glaring bloodstains across the ground.
In the fourth-floor open-plan office area, several clerks wearing white shirts were pinned to the copy machine by seven or eight monsters, being crazily mauled, their internal organs mixed with shredded paper scattered all over the floor.
Everywhere were aimlessly wandering mutants, their limbs twisted, crawling in the corridors of various floors, occasionally raising their heads, their pitch-black eyeballs revealing a chilling madness.
Ling Feng sat on that large leather swivel chair, supporting his chin with one hand, his vision rapidly sweeping across the monitoring matrix on the wall.
He didn't care how many people died at all.
He was looking for the Doctor named Dr. Seo Young-cheol, who was the culprit spreading the source of pollution in this instance dungeon.
"Enlarge all images above the tenth floor." Ling Fenglooked at several areas with obvious static screens and issued instructions in English.
Manager Kwon Se-jung stood to the side and quickly translated the words into Korean for Choi Hyun-seok.
Choi Hyun-seok immediately complied.
After the image was enlarged, the corridor monitoring near the tenth-floor laboratory had obviously been tampered with, and several key cameras had all turned into static screens.
"These lines have been physically cut," Choi Hyun-seokpointed at the static screen, turned his head to look at Ling Feng and explained, "Someone doesn't want us to see what's going on inside."
Then this was definitely the place.
Ling Feng withdrew his gaze.
The target location for finding the person was clear, and the next question was how to get there.
He turned his head, his gaze crossing over the console, and landed on Choi Hyun-hee, who was placed in a wheelchair in the corner of the room.
The woman's legs were covered with a thin blanket, her face was pale, and her hands were tightly gripping the armrests of the wheelchair.
According to routine conventions, after finding a safe house, the old, weak, sick, and disabled without combat power would definitely be left here, while the main force team went out to take risks and fight.
If it followed the trajectory of the original plot, Choi Hyun-seok would most likely leave his sister alone behind this password-protected door.
But this was absolutely impossible.
This building had long been thoroughly polluted. As time passed, those mutants would become smarter and smarter, and could even infiltrate everywhere along ventilation ducts and ceiling gaps.
Leaving a disabled person with limited mobility in a so-called safe house was practically no different from throwing a piece of fresh meat into a wolf den.
The most crucial thing was that the system's task was to change the tragic fate of these two siblings.
Leaving people in your own blind spot was completely uncontrollable.
As long as the target followed him, let alone hundreds of monsters, even if this building collapsed, he could still keep them safe and sound.
Just as he made up his mind to take the wheelchair along with him.
Buzz... Buzz...
An extremely abrupt and harsh cell phone vibration sound rang out in the quiet surveillance room.
Everyone was startled by this sound and turned their heads to look.
The police who had fled all the way up was sitting limply on the floor in the corner, covered in dust all over.
He fumbled in a flurry to reach into his jacket pocket.
Fished out the phone and glanced at the screen.
On his originally ashen and despairing cheeks, a wave of morbid ecstasy instantly surged up.
His bloodshot eyes were frighteningly bright, and he abruptly crawled up from the ground.
"The SWAT team has entered!" The police shouted loudly in Korean, holding the phone, his voice full of the excitement and pride of surviving a disaster.
Hearing this, the couple who had been shrinking and shivering aside suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the young man even excitedly hugged his girlfriend beside him.
In the minds of these ordinary citizens, as long as the state apparatus started operating and the SWAT team entered, the monsters outside would no longer be a threat, and the hope of survival was close at hand.
The police clenched the phone, and his confidence instantly grew.
He swept away the weakness and panic he had shown when facing monsters in the maintenance tunnel just now, and strode towards the console.
He stared straight at Ling Feng, who was sitting in the swivel chair, his back straight, completely regaining that state of giving orders.
"The superiors just issued a death order through the internal encrypted line!"
The police reached out and pointed at Ling Feng, his tone tough, even carrying a bit of superiority of a superior, "The higher-ups demand that we must find out the whereabouts of Dr. Seo Young-cheol in the shortest possible time!"
He slammed the phone heavily onto the desktop.
"The SWAT team outside has already assembled on the first floor, ready to break through and clean up at any time."
The police looked at Ling Feng's expressionless face and continued to speak loudly, "The superiors want us to find Dr. Seo Young-cheol as soon as possible! You have good martial arts skills, lead the way right now and escort me to the tenth floor. As long as you assist me in completing the task, I guarantee to apply for a commendation for you after going out!"
Manager Kwon Se-jung listened from the side, her brows instantly knitting into a ball.
She felt that this police's brain definitely had some serious illness.
When he was almost bitten to death by a monster downstairs just now, he didn't dare to let out a fart, and now upon receiving a so-called text message, he dared to put on airs in front of this madman who threw people with one hand.
Ling Feng didn't wait for Manager Kwon Se-jung to translate at all.
Although he didn't understand Korean, just looking at the police's arrogant, nose-in-the-air dead expression, he didn't need to guess to know that nothing good was coming out of the other's mouth.
Ling Feng leaned his body against the leather chair back, lifted his eyelids, and glanced at the police.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
An extremely fluent and articulate piece of pure Chinese national quintessence was spit out from Ling Feng's mouth just like that.
He didn't even change his sitting posture, his eyes revealing a coldness that didn't treat the other person as a human being at all.
"I'm not even from your world, what the hell does it have to do with me."
These two sentences were spoken extremely fluently and directly.
Chapter 90: I've seen people looking for death, but never anyone in such a rush!
The surveillance room instantly fell silent for a few seconds.
The police stood there in a daze, still maintaining the gesture of pointing at someone with a blank expression, completely unable to understand what gibberish this person was speaking.
That couple and the short-haired girl also looked at each other in dismay.
Manager Kwon Se-jung, on the other hand, understood completely.
The expression on Manager Kwon Se-jung's face instantly became extremely colorful, half out of awkwardness and the other half out of astonishment at Ling Feng's uninhibited style of doing things.
For a moment, she didn't even know how to smooth things over.
However, in the most inconspicuous corner of the room,
Choi Hyun-hee, sitting in a wheelchair, trembled ever so slightly in her originally tense shoulders the moment she heard those two sentences in Chinese.
She quickly lowered her head and buried her face in the shadows.
Across that haggard face, an expression of barely suppressed amusement flashed extremely clearly.
Choi Hyun-hee understood Chinese, and her proficiency was definitely not low; she completely understood Ling Feng's two merciless insults.
Yet at this critical juncture, everyone's attention was focused entirely on Ling Feng and the police, and no one noticed the subtle micro-expression of the woman in the wheelchair in the corner.
"Translate it to him."
Ling Feng tilted his head, using English as he nudged his chin toward Manager Kwon Se-jung beside him.
Manager Kwon Se-jung swallowed hard.
Of course, she couldn't possibly translate the original words literally word for word; that would simply be adding fuel to the fire.
She gathered her thoughts slightly and braced herself to step forward two paces.
"He... what he means is..." Manager Kwon Se-jung looked at the police, trying to make her Korean sound as tactful as possible, "He is not from our country and has no obligation to cooperate with our official duties. He doesn't want to go, and he can't go. Figure it out yourself."
After finishing her quick translation, Manager Kwon Se-jung sensibly retreated two steps, completely putting distance between herself and the police.
Hearing Manager Kwon Se-jung's translation, the police's face instantly turned from red to livid.
A wave of humiliation and anger at being rejected in public rushed straight to his head.
He felt that his authority had been ruthlessly trampled underfoot.
"You don't want to go?"
The muscles on the police's face twitched a few times, and his voice turned completely cold, "That's not up to you! The SWAT has already sealed off the building, and this is a joint operation at the national level!"
He stared dead at Ling Feng, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this man in black was putting on a front.
A foreigner—no matter how strong his physical strength was, could it be greater than a bullet?
The first floor was full of his own people, and the heavily armed SWAT would soon fight their way up; his confidence was higher than ever before.
"For refusing to cooperate with police deployment in the face of a major crisis, I have the right to execute you on the spot!"
The police shouted out in Korean.
He didn't give Manager Kwon Se-jung another chance to translate, and his right hand slapped fiercely toward the holster at his waist.
His fingers gripped the handle of his police-issued firearm, and his thumb directly pushed open the safety clasp of the holster.
He wanted to draw his gun to coerce him.
In his narrow understanding, as long as the dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the other party's forehead, no matter how strong you were, you would still have to obediently raise your hands and await orders.
What a pity.
He overestimated the piece of junk in his hand.
And completely underestimated the terrifying extent of this man sitting in the swivel chair.
For Ling Feng, let alone a police pistol, even if a Gatling machine gun was pressed against his forehead, he had absolute certainty that he could tear the person firing into pieces before the bullet was discharged.
Under Ling Feng's dynamic visual capture of over three hundred frames per second,
the police's action of drawing his gun was as slow as a rusted gear turning with extreme difficulty.
Lifting the wrist, pulling out the gun body, preparing to chamber a round—
every tiny movement was infinitely slowed down right under Ling Feng's eyelids.
Ling Feng didn't even leave the swivel chair.
He only slightly turned his body, and his right leg lifted without any warning.
Not even the air emitted a single warning whistling sound.
Bang!
A black combat boot, carrying violent kinetic energy sufficient to kick and snap steel bars, accurately and unmistakably kicked the right wrist of the police who was drawing his gun.
A crisp sound of fracture suddenly exploded in the surveillance room.
The sidearm, which hadn't had time to be fully pulled out of the holster, flew straight out of his hand into mid-air.
Following closely,
Ling Feng's toe smoothly flicked upward, heavily printing onto the police's chest.
"Ah..."
The shrill scream had just rushed to his throat before it was forcefully beaten back down.
The police's body of over 140 catties was like being hit head-on by a high-speed truck; his feet left the ground instantly, and his whole body flew backward through the air.
Crossing a distance of five or six meters, he smashed heavily against the filing cabinet behind him.
The heavy iron cabinet was completely dented from the impact, and various paper documents rustled and scattered all over the floor.
The police crashed onto the ground, coughing up a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes rolling back as he passed out on the spot, his life or death unknown.
In mid-air,
the cell phone that had originally been held in the police's hand and slipped due to the violent impact was tumbling downward.
Ling Feng very casually extended his right hand, palm facing upward.
With a crisp pop,
the phone landed steadily in his hand.
Everything happened too fast.
From the police drawing his gun to the entire person being kicked flying and smashing the filing cabinet, the whole process took less than a second.
Manager Kwon Se-jung covered her mouth, leaning against the console in terror.
That couple was so frightened that they sat flat on the ground, scrambling and crawling as they shrank into the corner.
Choi Hyun-seok tightly gripped the baton in his hand, instinctively taking half a step forward to block in front of his sister's wheelchair as cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Too fast!
As a security guard who had practiced combat, he couldn't even see the afterimage of the opponent's kick!
Ling Feng twirled the phone whose screen was still lit in his hand.
He slowly stood up from the swivel chair.
Looking down from above at the puddle of unconscious mud on the ground,
the killing intent in the depths of his eyes wasn't concealed in the slightest; a violent sense of oppression instantly filled the entire room, making everyone feel it difficult to breathe.
"I've seen people looking for death."
Ling Feng stretched his neck, his joints making a harsh cracking sound.
"I've never seen anyone in such a rush."
The entire security center was so quiet that only the sound of the air conditioner operating remained.
No one dared to respond, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Ling Feng withdrew his gaze and looked down at the phone screen in his hand.
The screen happened to stay on the internal text message interface that the police had just received.
It was all in Korean, and he really couldn't read it.
Holding the phone, Ling Feng turned around and walked over to Manager Kwon Se-jung, directly handing the phone over.
"Read." Ling Feng spat out a single word in English.
Manager Kwon Se-jung's legs went soft as she took the phone with trembling hands.
Her gaze swept across the few lines of text on the screen, and her pupils suddenly constricted.
"They... they aren't here to rescue people..." Manager Kwon Se-jung raised her head, her voice trembling, looking at Ling Feng as she translated the information on the screen, "The SWAT's orders are... once Dr. Seo Young-cheol is found, capture him alive and take him away, immediately detonate the self-destruct device inside the building, and burn everyone here—along with the Infected—completely to ashes."
Chapter 92: Tearing Apart Blast Doors Barehanded, Crushing the Source! Series Finale
In the monitoring room, Manager Kwon Se-jung's trembling voice fell silent.
"Burn everything to ashes, along with the Infected."
Once these words were translated, the atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted to freezing point.
The young couple completely broke down; the girl buried her face in her hands and sobbed loudly, while the boy slumped on the floor, clutching his hair.
"How could this happen... Weren't the police here to save us? Why blow up the building?"
The short-haired girl cowering in the corner hugged her backpack tightly, shaking violently.
Even Choi Hyun-seok's hand holding the baton was trembling slightly.
The country had abandoned them and was going to carry out an indiscriminate purge.
This sense of despair was even more suffocating than the monsters crawling everywhere outside.
Ling Feng casually tossed the phone onto the control console.
A soft thud startled everyone who was trapped in extreme panic.
"Blow up the building?" Ling Feng curled his lip.
He looked at the surveillance screen showing fully armed SWAT officers assembling in the first-floor lobby.
These people wanted to clear out the source of contamination, and their approach was certainly decisive enough.
As long as he killed that source named Dr. Seo before they detonated the explosives, he would clear this dungeon instance.
As for whether this building would actually be blown up, or whether the people inside lived or died...
What the hell did that have to do with him?
Once he finished the task, he could just pat his rear and leave.
Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Choi Hyun-seok.
"How do we get to the tenth floor?" Ling Feng asked Manager Kwon Se-jung in English.
Manager Kwon Se-jung quickly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and relayed it in Korean.
Choi Hyun-seok swallowed hard and pointed outside.
"Out this door, turn left. There's a dedicated executive elevator shaft. The elevators are stopped, but we can climb up the maintenance ladder without going through the outer hallway."
Ling Feng nodded.
"Lead the way."
Choi Hyun-seok didn't waste any words; he turned around, walked behind the wheelchair, and pushed his sister outside.
Manager Kwon Se-jung followed without hesitation.
She was smart and knew that her only way to survive right now was to cling tightly to this man's thigh.
Seeing this, the couple and the short-haired girl scrambled up from the floor and scrambled to follow behind.
As for the police officer knocked out cold in the corner...
No one gave a damn whether he lived or died.
The group left the monitoring room and headed left along the hallway.
Choi Hyun-seok led the way and quickly found a keycard-access door.
He tapped his security keycard to unlock it, revealing a spacious elevator maintenance shaft inside.
A vertical ladder welded from steel rebar led directly upward.
"The wheelchair can't go up," Choi Hyun-seok frowned, looking at the ladder.
He was prepared to carry his sister on his back to climb.
Ling Feng walked over and grabbed the two armrests of the wheelchair.
Without appearing to exert much effort at all...
He lifted both the wheelchair and the person sitting in it with a single hand.
"Climb up. Don't waste time," Ling Feng urged impatiently.
Choi Hyun-seok's eyes widened in shock as he watched Ling Feng single-handedly lift dozens of kilograms of wheelchair and a living person without even catching his breath.
Not daring to ask any questions, he quickly grabbed the ladder and began climbing.
Manager Kwon Se-jung followed closely behind him.
Ling Feng brought up the rear, gripping the ladder with one hand, moving much faster than them.
In just a few short minutes...
The group reached behind the elevator doors on the tenth floor.
Choi Hyun-seok pried open the elevator doors with force, and everyone filed out.
Just as they entered the tenth-floor hallway...
An extremely pungent stench of chemical agents mixed with the smell of blood hit them square in the face.
The lights on the entire tenth floor were a dim red.
Splattered bloodstains and claw marks covered the walls on both sides of the corridor.
In the middle of the hallway ahead stood seven or eight exceptionally burly monsters.
These monsters were completely different from the shriveled Infected downstairs.
Their bulging muscles tore their lab coats into shredded tatters.
Their exposed skin was a sickly bluish-gray, and their nails were razor-sharp.
"They're enhanced test subjects..." Choi Hyun-seok's palms holding the baton were drenched in sweat.
He knew full well what trick Dr. Seo Young-cheol was playing on the tenth floor.
These monsters were Dr. Seo Young-cheol's prized security squad.
Hearing the movement over by the elevator...
All seven or eight monsters turned their heads in unison.
Their pitch-black eyes glared fixedly at the group.
Roar!
The monster in the lead let out an ear-splitting roar, dropped to all fours, and charged wildly over.
Choi Hyun-seok instinctively wanted to step back.
A large hand pressed against his shoulder and pushed him aside.
Ling Feng set down the wheelchair with one hand.
Facing the charging enhanced monster, he strode forward.
At a distance of less than three meters...
The monster leaped high, its sharp claws swiping straight for Ling Feng's head.
Ling Feng didn't even dodge.
His right fist swung out abruptly.
A dull sonic boom detonated right in the air.
Bang!
Ling Feng's fist slammed solidly into the monster's chest.
A terrifying explosive force of two hundred tons unleashed without restraint.
The monster's sternum caved in and shattered instantly, its entire chest cavity punched straight through by this single strike.
Mangled flesh and black blood squirted out from its back, splashing all over the wall.
Ling Feng pulled back his hand. The monster collapsed onto the ground, dead as a door-nail.
This brutally violent scene caused the remaining monsters in the hallway to pause instinctively.
But Ling Feng gave them no time to think.
Exerting power through his feet, he charged directly into the cluster of monsters.
It was a complete, one-sided slaughter.
He grabbed a monster's arm and ripped with force, tearing the entire arm clean off.
Using the severed arm as a club, he swung it brutally against another monster's head.
The head burst on the spot.
A sweeping kick with his left leg snapped the spines of two monsters.
In under thirty seconds...
Silence returned to the corridor.
The floor was covered in incomplete monster corpses, with black slime flowing everywhere.
Ling Feng patted the dust off his pant legs, his breathing rate remaining unchanged.
He turned to look at the completely petrified crowd behind him.
"Which lab?"
Choi Hyun-seok swallowed hard and pointed toward the heavy airtight door deep in the hallway.
"The innermost one."
Ling Feng strode over.
The airtight door was constructed from thick steel plates, flanked by a complex keypad and an iris scanner.
Choi Hyun-seok ran up to inspect it.
"It won't open. This kind of door is blast-rated. Without authorization..."
Before he could finish his sentence...
Ling Feng jammed both hands directly into the gap between the two steel door leaves.
His muscles flexed tightly.
An ear-splitting sound of metal grinding echoed through the corridor.
In Ling Feng's hands, the rock-hard blast-proof steel door was flimsier than a sheet of paper.
It was forcefully torn open to both sides by his sheer strength.
The hydraulic rods snapped on the spot, and door lock components clattered to the floor.
Ling Feng dusted off his hands and stepped inside.
The space inside the laboratory was enormous.
Petri dishes and various precision instruments were everywhere.
In front of the control console in the center of the room...
A man in a gray suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared in horror at the torn-open door.
Dr. Seo Young-cheol was still holding a test tube filled with blue liquid.
He had just witnessed the slaughter in the hallway through the vision of the Infected inside the building.
But he never expected the intruder to tear open a blast door with his bare hands!
"What... what on earth are you?!" Dr. Seo Young-cheolshrieked hysterically in Korean.
He kept stepping back until his back hit the lab bench.
Ling Feng didn't even bother to glance at him.
Manager Kwon Se-jung ran in behind him and immediately pointed at Dr. Seo Young-cheol.
"It's him! He is the source!"
Seeing Manager Kwon Se-jung, the madness on Dr. Seo Young-cheol's face turned even more distorted.
He pulled the stopper from the test tube directly.
"You think you can kill me? This is the perfect serum I refined!"
He threw his head back, preparing to pour the blue liquid down his throat.
As long as he drank it, he would become the ultimate evolved form.
Ling Feng gave him no chance whatsoever.
Pushing off with his feet...
His entire body turned into an afterimage instantly.
The test tube in Dr. Seo Young-cheol's hand had barely touched his lips...
...when a powerful hand clamped down on his throat.
Tremendous force lifted his entire body off the ground.
Dr. Seo Young-cheol gripped Ling Feng's wrist desperately with both hands, his legs kicking wildly in midair.
His face flushed deep red, and his eyes bulged out.
The test tube slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor.
The blue liquid spilled all over the ground.
"So talkative," Ling Feng cursed in Chinese.
He couldn't be bothered to listen to this perverted villain's last words.
The five fingers of his right hand tightened abruptly.
Crack!
A crisp snap of broken vertebrae echoed inside the laboratory.
Dr. Seo Young-cheol's head drooped limply to one side.
His struggling legs completely ceased moving.
He was dead as a doornail.
Ling Feng casually tossed the corpse into a corner.
At the exact moment Dr. Seo Young-cheol drew his last breath...
...throughout the entire building...
...the Infected who had been madly pounding on doors, wandering, and biting...
...seemed as if their power had been drained instantly.
They collapsed onto the floor in unison.
After twitching violently a few times, their bodies melted into puddles of rotten flesh, showing no further movement.
In the first-floor lobby...
...the SWAT team that had just breached the doors and rushed in raised their riot shields and assault rifles.
They stared at the floor covered with monsters that had suddenly dropped dead.
The Commander held his gun, frozen in place, utterly baffled by what had happened.
The source was severed.
The contamination network had completely collapsed.
Inside the laboratory...
Choi Hyun-seok looked at the corpse on the floor, then at the computer monitor showing the monsters falling one by one.
His knees buckled, and he dropped straight to his knees, covering his face and weeping aloud.
Manager Kwon Se-jung leaned against the wall, panting heavily, overwhelmed by a sense of exhaustion from surviving a catastrophe.
The couple hugged each other, laughing and crying all at once.
Ling Feng stood where he was as a translucent panel popped up in front of his eyes.
[Dungeon Instance: The Swarm (Completed)]
[Task: Alter the fate of security guard Choi Hyun-seokand his sister, sever the source of contamination, and prevent the spread of the disaster.]
[Achieved.]
[Calculating rewards...]
[Teleporting back shortly.]
Ling Feng looked at the text on the panel, the corner of his lips curling into a satisfied arch.
Finally wrapped it up.
He didn't want to spend another single second in this boring mob-grinding game.
He turned around and cast a glance at Choi Hyun-seok, who was still kneeling on the floor weeping.
"All dead. You guys enjoy yourselves."
Ling Feng casually said in English.
Manager Kwon Se-jung froze, not yet understanding what those words meant.
In the next second...
A blinding white light suddenly erupted inside the laboratory.
It enveloped Ling Feng completely.
The white light flashed.
Ling Feng vanished into thin air.
Manager Kwon Se-jung rubbed her eyes, staring in disbelief at the spot where Ling Feng had been standing just moments ago.
Completely empty.
Nothing was left behind.
As if this man had never appeared at all.
"Where... where did he go?" Manager Kwon Se-jungmuttered to herself.
Choi Hyun-seok raised his head, his face full of bewilderment.
Choi Hyun-hee, who had been sitting quietly in her wheelchair all along, looked at the empty spot.
She sighed softly.
"A god came, and then left," Choi Hyun-hee whispered in fluent Chinese.
...
The scene shifted.
Above the viaduct camp...
The sun shone warmly onto the rusted train tracks.
A gentle breeze brushed past.
Ling Feng reappeared on the jacket he had been lying on earlier.
Not even his posture had changed.
He rested his hands behind his head, opened his eyes, and looked up at the azure sky.
The roar of an engine echoed from beneath the bridge.
Merle's loud voice was directing Guillermo to carry the newly salvaged supplies.
Lee Ji-eun was holding a plate of washed grapes, just popping half her head out from below the iron ladder.
"Oppa, you're not asleep yet, are you?" Lee Ji-eun smiled radiantly and ran over quickly.
Ling Feng sat up, casually picked a grape, and popped it into his mouth.
So sweet.
He looked down at the vibrant camp beneath the bridge, as well as Maggie and the others who were training.
Life in the wasteland was just beginning.
(The End)
(P.S. I can't continue writing this book anymore. I've let you all down; there's zero readership/traffic... sigh...)
(P.S. My final Walking Dead fanfic: "Doomsday: I, a Purple-Robed Celestial Master, Became an Immortal in a Zombie World")